So yesterday I had to go to Target.
No big deal.
I'm wearing the pants and undergarments that I have been wearing with no problem all day.
When suddenly, it hits.
It started creeping up when I got the cart, and progressed all the way up as I was circling the dollar bins.
I thought to myself, oh god, everyone can see my wedgie. My sweatshirt was the kind that shows every tiny irregularity, and I was blushing, thinking everyone is pointing at my ass and laughing.
Panicked, I try to think of where I can go to pull the damn underwear out. Because not only did it look bad (I'm guessing) it was really uncomfortable. I go to the section where they have the underwear (how fitting, I know) for little kids, which hang on these rather tall racks. I figure this is my best chance to conceal my heinous actions.
I dart glances down either side of the open aisle. No one.
Then, I look up.
A dark, shiny half circle is attached to the ceiling, not far above from where I was standing.
The security camera.
Well boys, I hope you enjoyed the show. I just hope you never remember what I look like.